A GOOD PUPPER FOR @porygonprince

WHO WANTS TO DO DESIGN TRADES

please help her

i posted them on twitter but i’ll post them here too cus not everyone has twitter

I like to do adoptables a lot because designs are FUN, SO

GLACEPHOX IS $15

SLUGMEE IS $5 AND I WILL DRAW HIS EVOS FOR FREE

I could have called him slugvee but slugmee was funny and im an idiot

Message me if ur interested

The amount of RELIEF i feel now that i made it through yesterday is amazing and hopefully after work i will be able to make at least one(1) post

I've been dreading today for so long its gonna be a disaster at work weeps

After today though I should be able to continue asks because I wont be terrified of my impending doom

DO YOU EVER JUST

NOT BE ABLE TO WAKE UP IN THE MORNING

LIKE YOU GET UP BUT YOU’RE PERPETUALLY STUCK IN THE JUST WOKE UP PHASE ALL DAY

THATS BEEN ME THE LAST LIKE, WEEK

y must i suffer

happy HALLOWEEEn

Ghostwoods Vulpix/Ninetales

Long ago when Yveltal fell in defeat to Ho-oh, a weary, tired, wandering troupe of ninetales had stumbled upon his resting place. They were weak from hunger and exhaustion, the forest they once called home had become desolate and dark, any source of food, even other pokemon, had become vile to the tongue.The legendary opened his eyes to view his unexpected audience.

They looked up at him in terror and awe, and the wounded Yveltal cracked a sly grin.

“Come to strike me down, have you?” He spoke, lifting his head, letting his bloodsoaked throat drip on the dead ground below.

The leader, a fox named Fenris, stepped forward.”We have not come to strike you down! We sought to find the source of the corruption that has taken our lands....And we found you.”

Yveltal laughed. “Corruption? No, children. My blood is a gift. It brings power to those who accept it.” He spoke, leaning his head down to level with Fenris. “I can show you. Will you volunteer?”

Hesitantly, the one named Fenris accepted, half out of curiosity and desperation, and half out of fear for what rejecting the offer may bring. He drank of Yveltal’s vile blood and his body changed. He became lighter, his senses heightened. The gems that had formed around his neck ached with hunger and the beads on his tails gave way to fiery wisps. He looked up at Yveltal and asked. “What have you done to me?”

“I have bestowed upon you my gift. You transcend a mortal body. You do not feel the limits of one. Hunger, sickness, weakness, age, they are not your problems anymore. You feast on the energy and souls of others for sustenance. Those who will shun and spite you.”

The rest of the foxes approached cautiously. “What...Do you want in return? S-surely you wouldn’t just give us this power.” One asked.

“Serve me. Be my claws, my eyes, my ears. Together, we can purge the land of weakness. I am inevitable. Absolute. Yet there are some who defy me.”

Fenris looked back to his friends. They looked uneasy, but he saw an eagerness in them. This was their salvation. They would have purpose. They wouldn’t have to leave their homes. After a silent moment, he nodded to them and looked back to Yveltal.

“We are yours, Yveltal. You have offered us a new beginning, and we are in your debt.”

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The Fenris Clan of Faerenelle hosts some of the most dangerous individuals known to the entire region. These foxes serve a dark master and ferry souls to him with the gems on their bodies. They rule under a matriarchy, their leader position being the High Executioner.

They hunt ghosts and living alike, seeking empower themselves and their god. They flock to Yveltal’s cocoon and empower the sleeping god with the souls they collect, edging him ever closer to his return. For this job, they are incredibly sensitive to other life forces, able to sense a living being from miles and miles away.

However, after the fungal crisis that swept Faerenelle like a plague, the Fenris Clan was dealt a devastating blow. Their god was infested, and their homes destroyed. They were quick to recover from the damage, but now search for their newly reincarnated god.

Ghostwoods ninetales are often nocturnal, giving birth to the superstition to never follow blue lights in the darkness. Their fire is burning cold and rather than burn the body, it burns the soul and chases it out of the body. Their blood is nearly as vile as Yveltal’s, and can be used as poison.

Ghostwoods Vulpix usually stay close to their evolved counterparts and are fiercely protected by the clan. The beads they carry in the curls of their tails can be easily lost, so they are highly protective of them. A vulpix who loses a bead will be looked down on with disappointment, as they cannot be replaced. Evolving without one results in a tail without a bead. These vulpix are born with one, wispy white tail, just as normal vulpixes are,

Those who splinter from the clan often take the souls they collect to empower themselves. These rogues are arguably worse than the Fenris Clan, who share their power. These rogues are more likely to be shiny.

Being shiny is often seen as a gift in Faerenelle from Xerneas himself. Those who are shiny are considered blessed by Xerneas and destined for greatness, but to the Fenris Clan, it is a curse. An insult, to be born with the blessing of Yveltal’s greatest enemy. These foxes are on thin ice the moment they are born, and are either banished, killed, or forced to serve Yveltal under strict watch.

Ghostwoods Ninetales are native to Valdess, but a few have found their way to the other regions of the world. These foxes aren’t as fanatical, but can still be considered dangerous.

This is an Open Species.